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Its a display of lyrical talent and nothing short of it
This is Terrorist Child, *About to Terrorise your mindz
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February 13, 2002
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Lyrics
ima soulja whose used to struggles, and not afraid to scuffle //
fightin back wit bloody broken knuckles, leavin nephews witout they unckles//
im leavin puttin wack cats in penetenturies, ill be known for centuries//
shut tha fuck up son, you sound retarded a real fuckin moron//
i blaze mah gage lacin lyrics on tha page, leavin ya mind lost in a maze//
your startin to annoy me, gettin closer to that murderous fatality//
im about kill your career, you aint goin nowhere like flat goodyears//
dont be hatin on me kuz im still crazy, haters never cease to fuckin amaze me//
When you see me commin, you better be duckin//
theres 25 bullets to where-ever my name is frontin, so you betta be runnin//
I step up to bat, with my louie bout to crack, so step back//
kuz every mc wana pull pistols, mah style shines like polished crystals//
leavin cats hostile, overcomin mah skillz is like tom cruise misson impossible//
But the only problem is theres a lack of balls, where tha real competition calls/
hots shits is what ima drop Kuz im the cream of the crop, makin hearts and lungs stop//
my temper so hot, it makes my blood boil, leavin tha wack cats in tin foil//
fuckin wit tc, is like diggin ya own grave, cuz theres gonna be a cassualtie
that u cannot save//
CHORUS: get ready to face humility, cuz when wack mcs challenge me// its been known historically, that they just become another rap casualty
my rhymes straight leave you baffled, im the bully at the beach kickin over sand castles//
so cut the chit chatter, my ill sound data will detroy ya brain matter//
i eat MCs like a bowl of wheaties, yes indeedy i make this look so easy//
im just lyrically gifted, you hear my rhymes you cant deny but your addicted//
the realest MC in the atmosphere, never show ya face again just disappear//
known to be a lyrical pioneer, here take my shirt as a souvenir//
show ya friends ya were murdered lyrically, by TC whose slaying MCs alphabetically//
you just happened to be next in line, thats fine i'll take my time rippin out ya spine//
you straight the epitomy of wack, you couldnt sell ya cd if it came wit free crack//
ive had it up to here with fake rappers, pretending they hardcore gun clappers//
they aint nothing but actors, posing for animal crackers//
listen to this and take notes, its not LL its TC thats the G.O.A.T//
yeah the greatest of all time, fuckin with me should be a crime//
the comfortable untouchable, my rhymes so hot they combustable//
